Cigarettes and Neon Signs

Sat at the bar, next to the rough brick walls
My piano in front of the boards is made to enthral
A haze of smoke, glazed in the neon lights
I feel so alone as if I'm six foot in a dike

I may be alone, but I'm in a familiar place
My soul feels as though it is encased in

Cigarettes and Neon Signs
My highs and lows they are intertwined
I live in solitude its bittersweet
I keep hacking along with that drumbeat
My life is Cigarettes and Neon Signs, oh

Amongst the air and cigarette smoke
John was a fire to be stoked
On the dance floor he was an evil force
Remembering his days down at Brandy Wharf

Oh, and some say Hank has lost his skill
But guitar playin' is what pays the bills
His fuzzed-out solos still flowing forth
As if that Les Paul was a gaping beast maw

I may be alone, but I'm in a familiar place
My soul feels as though it is encased in

Cigarettes and Neon Signs
My highs and lows they are intertwined
I live in solitude its bittersweet
I keep hacking along with that drumbeat
My life is Cigarettes and Neon Signs, oh

Though I sit here in solitude, behind the old upright
I reflect and realise my life has been but a fortnight
I feel as though I am an inkblot on a page
And I think its unhealthy to be this much on stage

I may be alone, but I'm in a familiar place
My soul feels as though it is encased in

Cigarettes and Neon Signs
My highs and lows they are intertwined
I live in solitude its bittersweet
I keep hacking along with that drumbeat
My life is Cigarettes and Neon Signs, oh

(Solo)

As the Cigarettes and Neon Signs fade
I look at my tip jar and remember I'm underpaid